This morning, I was driving my husband to work because there is a chance for heavy thunderstorms and since he rides a motorcycle most days, we’d rather he didn’t get drenched in a downpour. As we drove along in the car, we talked about September 11th and how we both cope with the memories of what happened today. He remembers that it was a day of sadness and he tries not to focus on the profound sense of loss. In his own way, he recognizes that the grief could be paralyzing and he’d rather be numb to it. Whereas I … Continue reading →